Sep 29, 2025
what a privilege
to hold my whole world
the moon, the starsβ
her eyes.
what an honor
to feel bosniaβs rivers
and ukraineβs black soil
burn down into one fire,
one crooked flag of flesh and spirit.
under my fingertips,
thereβs the weight of tomorrowβ
bloodlines that will crawl out of us,
stubborn, laughing,
screaming into the night,
refusing to die.
destinies sharpened like knives,
yet tender as bread warm from the oven.
this love,
itβs no accidentβ
itβs a new country,
a motherland built
from our shadows and our hunger.
@cats1zed-stomatch π
